“When?”
“Before everything fell apart. She was concerned about how things were being handled. I didn’t tell you then, but I’m telling you now because you’re finally listening.”
Something didn’t sit right.
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
I kept thinking about what Peter said, about the boxes and Kelly.
I needed to hear the truth myself.
So I made a decision, one I wasn’t proud of.
Peter was fast asleep when I snuck into his room. We didn’t share a bedroom. There was no confusion about what our marriage was. His phone was on the nightstand.
